How can one forget the most astonishing roles she played. Astonishing is probably a word not meant for such people, I mean there those who might not call her a legend. Well she wasn’t! She took the best out a small sequence to make it seem like a breeze in the gentle humdrum of a film elapsed in sudden actions and climax and anticlimax.
It’s rather odd our generation loves the term cinephile but ask a random so called cinephile if they remember Cherry Blair from the film Queen, the ignorance is spontaneous. It was as a significant factor she brought out the best in a role that was nefarious and infamous, I mean Gee! Who would even want to play the role of the wife of the dreaded Tony Blair. But she took it and aced it like anything.
If at all art has been for art’s sake let’s take a moment to thank Netflix, without Polly Gray it would be a sad and unforgiving journey. How can one forget the tussle, the emotional acclimatization, the sense of adventure, and the futility of fate that Polly Gray gave I mean it was Mary Wollstonecraft who vindicated the life of women to be free and Polly Gray made all that vindication a reality for the best.
Cancer didn’t stop her. It was the sad demise of art that killed the artist. Cancer just forwarded the case of death, her real talent was in stage theatre that brought her to the world of silver screen sculpting the world of cinema. Little does this world of wanna be, go lucky cinephiles know the sheer joy of the stage full of monologues and ballads. Be pride and prejudice or Mcbeth or the importance of being Earnest. The stage never disappointed her.
Alas at the age of 52 years the journey came to its natural conclusion with a time to part ways with Polly Gray, Blair. Farewell.